Victims Voices
Slave turned into Rescuer...
I was young and beautiful when my family accepted a large amount of money for me to marry a powerful army General. I became his slave. He forced me into prostitution and made me lure young girls to work in his brothels. Then I saw the girls recruited dying of AIDS and I refused to help him. He beat me many times. One day he knocked out my front teeth. Finally, I ran away to Phnom Penh with my daughter. A Christian mechanic had mercy on me and hired me to cook for his garage. A friend had pity on me and took me to a Warm Blankets Home. That was five years ago. I received the Lord. Now with the help from America, I help rescue girls from sexual bondage.
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I was born in a Khmer Rouge ruled province. Some of us boys were taught that it was brave to be a soldier for the Khmer Rouge. My nick name is crocodile. I was forced to kill at age 12 in the Killing Fields of Cambodia. I was fearless. I became chief body guard for the main Khmer Rouge general. I stood up to assassins and was spared. I had no peace in my life till a pastor told me about Jesus, then I felt my rage leave. At 16, I entered a Warm Blankets home. I received the Lord and now, six years later, I married a pastor’s daughter and I now pastor a training church. Children should never have to be soldiers. Thank you for helping me become a man of God and not a man of hate.
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Bitterness turned to thankfulness...
I was a newly married woman with a handsome husband and young son when Pol Pot took over Cambodia. My husband was separated from me and forced to work as a human buffalo to pull the plow. he was fed very little and died of disease. I worked hard in the field and had no milk for my son. he died of starvation in my arms. I was filled with bitterness and my life had no meaning. I worked as a maid for foreigners after the war but I had no place in my heart. I used to feel so bitter but now that I have Christ as my savior, the bitterness has left me. Now I am head Mother over 3,000 orphans, who have been saved by this ministry. we are all so thankful; it's a miracle.
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I don’t remember my father. He died when I was very young. My mother died of Malaria when I was nine. No one wanted me. I felt so lonely and ashamed. I thought it was my fault. My uncle took me to a man who gave him money and I was forced to do things I didn't want to do. I cried and he would beat me. It was very painful. I wanted to die. One night I ran away. I hid in the back of a house of a woman who sold soup near the hotel. She found me crying so she wrapped me in a blanket and took me to a Warm Blankets orphan home. That was four years ago. Now, I have the Lord and know I am clean. I want to be a pastor and help those like me.
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